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Troubles spur more trouble, more trouble and more. Sickened, indifference grows first weak, then strong... Trouble lurks in wait like a shrunken shadow under the noonday sun, Dazed into disappearance.

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Aug 27, 2017

Aug 27, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC

Troubles

Troubles spur more trouble, more trouble and more. Sickened, indifference grows first weak, then strong... Trouble lurks in wait like a shrunken shadow under the noonday sun, Dazed into disappearance.

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Neera Kashyap rain comes to the hills after the city desert just as I enter home: light, irregular, drumming – rain and heart beats flow as one here in solitude Mind follows to sink in rest in vistas of blue hills then like a crouching cat… waits to blot the hills with other thoughts plump pink clouds nestle in the blue rain washed ranges I smile at the hues - a girl rises from a sparse field smiles at my pink umbrella A peach tree in a luscious orchard never fruits a forest fire flares – a singed orchard and the peach shocked into pale pink flowering - Summer home is based on the traditional Japanese Tanka structure of of 5/7/5/7/7 syllables per verse

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Jul 12, 2017

Jul 12, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC

Summer home

Neera Kashyap rain comes to the hills after the city desert just as I enter home: light, irregular, drumming – rain and heart beats flow as one here in solitude Mind follows to sink in rest in vistas of blue hills then like a crouching cat… waits to blot the hills with other thoughts plump pink clouds nestle in the blue rain washed ranges I smile at the hues - a girl rises from a sparse field smiles at my pink umbrella A peach tree in a luscious orchard never fruits a forest fire flares – a singed orchard and the peach shocked into pale pink flowering - Summer home is based on the traditional Japanese Tanka structure of of 5/7/5/7/7 syllables per verse

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Lady RF Soul Searching I searched the deepest depths of the vastest oceans, I searched way up high, past the clouds, in the bluest of blue skies, I searched deep in the hearts of nature's greenest forests... It turns out, that I was carrying it within me all along - only now, do I realise. By Lady R.F ©2016

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Oct 10, 2016

Oct 10, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC

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Lady RF Soul Searching I searched the deepest depths of the vastest oceans, I searched way up high, past the clouds, in the bluest of blue skies, I searched deep in the hearts of nature's greenest forests... It turns out, that I was carrying it within me all along - only now, do I realise. By Lady R.F ©2016

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Emily Burns inspired maybe Sometimes I wonder if I even survived my childhood. Maybe some part of me is sleeping up on the hill. One of those Nightmares That I couldn't escape Carried me off In its jaws and so maybe I am planted. Looking down At all the people I can't remember. I hope that I am ashes. I never wanted a stone.

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Oct 10, 2016

Oct 10, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC

Inspired maybe

Emily Burns inspired maybe Sometimes I wonder if I even survived my childhood. Maybe some part of me is sleeping up on the hill. One of those Nightmares That I couldn't escape Carried me off In its jaws and so maybe I am planted. Looking down At all the people I can't remember. I hope that I am ashes. I never wanted a stone.

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She wrote her poems for the winds If you read the winds you can read them Sometimes the winds also bring them to you as a sort of caress to the eyes, to the blood to the heart.

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Jul 27, 2016

Jul 27, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC

Her poems

She wrote her poems for the winds If you read the winds you can read them Sometimes the winds also bring them to you as a sort of caress to the eyes, to the blood to the heart.

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The bud said to the flower, I have the freshness of promise, dawn in my colors, dew in my folds; wind, sky, rain as food and play. I dream of my beauty and fragrance seeping into the universe like the love of the wind, sky, rain and sun like the love of the dew of dawn. The wild flower blazed redly in the waxing sun, upright, even as it wilted in the heat witnessing the sun’s waxing and waning, bearing the slashing whips of cold and rain, bearing the wayward claps of wind and storm; Its beauty and fragrance seeping into the universe unnoticed. It replied: innocence is of no consequence; Ripeness is.

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC

Ripeness

The bud said to the flower, I have the freshness of promise, dawn in my colors, dew in my folds; wind, sky, rain as food and play. I dream of my beauty and fragrance seeping into the universe like the love of the wind, sky, rain and sun like the love of the dew of dawn. The wild flower blazed redly in the waxing sun, upright, even as it wilted in the heat witnessing the sun’s waxing and waning, bearing the slashing whips of cold and rain, bearing the wayward claps of wind and storm; Its beauty and fragrance seeping into the universe unnoticed. It replied: innocence is of no consequence; Ripeness is.

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summer garbage below stench rises like yeast to this fourth floor trap I strip, circle a dot on a map a different heat rises the Tao says enjoy your food, your family your garden, your neighbor - I hear roosters crow in another country I am bound to you, I said I am bound to you, you said cords of haste waste tangles underlying current flowing blithe - forgotten wave boundless ocean wave boundless ocean wave boundless.

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Jul 14, 2016

Jul 14, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC

Tanka string - Boundaries

summer garbage below stench rises like yeast to this fourth floor trap I strip, circle a dot on a map a different heat rises the Tao says enjoy your food, your family your garden, your neighbor - I hear roosters crow in another country I am bound to you, I said I am bound to you, you said cords of haste waste tangles underlying current flowing blithe - forgotten wave boundless ocean wave boundless ocean wave boundless.

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The rubber tree glimmers in fragrant rain, dust sliding back to earth in pouring notes. Grim greyness leaves to green limp veins, ribs, blades; wet breathing pores, refreshed with clemency. Arrive so I forget when you depart. Arrive so I forget when you hit out with your unkind departures, exits free. Arrive so I forgive, forget, abide. This dance is not just mine but yours, my foe. This dance is not just ours but Time's to move, unspooling clouds of film to fill the hours so Time dissolves, enthralling hearts with joy. To throng today with thoughts of your goodbyes. To throng today with thoughts of endless Time is greyness; the dance of rain unheeding the stealing back of grey, of grime, of thirst. The spool unfolds the hues of dusty breath. The spool unfolds the hues of endless thought. For brown a scarred hill, raging red for prey; the clean of green departs, the screen remains. Then why do I romance with you, my foe? Then why do I romance with you in dreams? Infringing sleep where thoughts no longer flow. Then stilling colors all, the Screen remains.

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Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC

A Quarrel

The rubber tree glimmers in fragrant rain, dust sliding back to earth in pouring notes. Grim greyness leaves to green limp veins, ribs, blades; wet breathing pores, refreshed with clemency. Arrive so I forget when you depart. Arrive so I forget when you hit out with your unkind departures, exits free. Arrive so I forgive, forget, abide. This dance is not just mine but yours, my foe. This dance is not just ours but Time's to move, unspooling clouds of film to fill the hours so Time dissolves, enthralling hearts with joy. To throng today with thoughts of your goodbyes. To throng today with thoughts of endless Time is greyness; the dance of rain unheeding the stealing back of grey, of grime, of thirst. The spool unfolds the hues of dusty breath. The spool unfolds the hues of endless thought. For brown a scarred hill, raging red for prey; the clean of green departs, the screen remains. Then why do I romance with you, my foe? Then why do I romance with you in dreams? Infringing sleep where thoughts no longer flow. Then stilling colors all, the Screen remains.

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Cloud and snow spume drift about your summit veiling your face Ma Nanda Devi fixing my gaze to eternity Rising like a giant shard of rock carved over a million years, snowfields scoured by avalanches, your steepled peak a vast cathedral Impossibly tall and steep you rise abruptly over a guardian ring of summits witness to your inner realms of being, the outer gorge of Rishi Ganga's roar Climbers say in higher climes light contrasts with darkness, flower leas with worn ridges, fear with elation O paradox of the sublime your name means Joy, enduring Joy The veil lifts, was it the smoke of fires lit by sages on your summit? Your natural symmetry of two identical peaks suddenly at ease is visible from my cottage window.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC

MOUNT NANDA DEVI

Cloud and snow spume drift about your summit veiling your face Ma Nanda Devi fixing my gaze to eternity Rising like a giant shard of rock carved over a million years, snowfields scoured by avalanches, your steepled peak a vast cathedral Impossibly tall and steep you rise abruptly over a guardian ring of summits witness to your inner realms of being, the outer gorge of Rishi Ganga's roar Climbers say in higher climes light contrasts with darkness, flower leas with worn ridges, fear with elation O paradox of the sublime your name means Joy, enduring Joy The veil lifts, was it the smoke of fires lit by sages on your summit? Your natural symmetry of two identical peaks suddenly at ease is visible from my cottage window.

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Joints throb – knees, back, neck; Mind dwells on the pain like a ball bouncing down each step with purpose. At the last step the pain is unbearable. I close my eyes, search for the current within - feeble, intermittent, unheeding. I watch it with purpose. Till it heeds. I creak down the steps, carry the ball back, hold it on my knees - still warm with throbbing; slowly cool slowly peaceful.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC

While Ageing

Joints throb – knees, back, neck; Mind dwells on the pain like a ball bouncing down each step with purpose. At the last step the pain is unbearable. I close my eyes, search for the current within - feeble, intermittent, unheeding. I watch it with purpose. Till it heeds. I creak down the steps, carry the ball back, hold it on my knees - still warm with throbbing; slowly cool slowly peaceful.

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